The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 806

Early the next morning, Citrine was the first one downstairs.

She barely set foot in the kitchen when she felt a pair of gloomy eyes fixed on her.

Glancing over, she found Wade sprawled out in a chair, legs crossed and looking for all the world like a man who'd just lost his life savings at the casino.

Citrine didn't think much of it. She tossed out a casual question. "Big bro, you didn't rack up some secret debt last night, did you?"

Wade's expression darkened instantly.

He should've known better than to expect her to wake up and apologize for yesterday. Heartless little brat.

Citrine, completely oblivious to his silent brooding, took his lack of response as silent admission.

She frowned, feigning concern, and offered her sage advice. "Well, you know, if you owe money, you've got to pay it back. That's just how the world works. You can't run away from your responsibilities."

Travis couldn't hold back-he burst out laughing, nearly spraying his coffee. The rest of the Saunders family tried to stifle their own chuckles, but a few snickers escaped.

After a good laugh, Travis patted the seat beside him. "Citrine, don't mind him. Come sit over here with me."

Without hesitation, Citrine plopped herself down next to him.

Noticing she really didn't remember a thing, Travis tested the waters. "You know, Citrine, you drank quite a bit last night."

Citrine looked up, brows drawing together as she tried to recall. The mention of last night did stir a faint memory.

spoke slowly, "I remember wanting to see the ocean. The rest is kind

strange looks, Citrine hesitated, then glanced at Travis, a little nervous. "I...

shot Wade a quick glance, then shook his head calmly. "Nope. Not at

the others, searching their

shook their heads

world, only

his lips, resigning himself. Well, whatever, being the doted-on

Gorman sitting nearby. Compared to

to talk himself out of his

usual boisterous self reemerged, and he

Travis, you're always hanging around my house, hogging my sister. Don't you have a home of

zero subtlety and plopped into the seat Travis

in exasperation. "Your sister?

looked smug. "Her home is

Citrine for backup.

matter-of-factly. "That's right. My

could, Travis suddenly put on a pitiful act, voice quivering as he whined, "Citrine, did I do something wrong? Is Wade mad at

Wade was speechless.

learn to act like this?

was as

performance